The tap on my door was gentle but firm. A strange nurse entered and stood at the foot of my bed. “I have come to do you up.” “Have you?” I said, a little puzzled. “Aren’t you the Special who came from London to look after…
Author: Emily Carr
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Hokey had appendicitis; went up to London for operating; left me high and dry as a beach-log cast beyond flood-tide. I was nobody’s patient and was again a ‘Down’ confined to bed. When Bunker’s mumpy face and fallen arches shuffled round my room I feigned sleep.
